Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.